Bloody Corpse of a Young Boy

As life moves forward
and life leaves its stain
the thought of death grows larger

scars become visible
and blood stains are all over
blades scatted across the room
and one little boy
sitting in the corner crying

his mother is dead
father no where to be found
no one to love him

the day is over
same as his life
still no one cares
and his corpse is never found